Ghostface k**ah and Trife da God - Project Soap Operas lyrics

(feat. Kryme Life, Tommy Whispers) [Chorus x1.5: Trife Da God] This world is full of shockers, and project soap operas Episodes of drama, never ending sagas [Trife Da God] You know Pudgie, who rock the old rugby, kinda chubby Timbs always muddy, and his wiz is kinda ugly Him and his man Dudley got k**ed in an accident Late last night, when they was driving down Castleton The whip was badly crashed, come on, you do the math They probably smoked a bag, no seatbelts, they flew through the dash The forecast was foggy, light drizzle, sky; cloudy Lost control at the wheel, a front pole wrapped they Audi It was televised, at the scene live, on Channel Seven Newsflash story, this just in, around eleven Yellow tape scenery, barricaded the block Patrol cars and EMS, all invaded the spot It was tragic, they swerved out of control to a wood traffic Hopped the curb, tired flatted, gla** shattered Witnesses said they heard a big bang and loud screetches And Tamika said police found d** in Pudgie speaker Plus son had an open case, for dope and base Jake rushed his moms lab, he got bagged in Ocean Lake [Chorus: Tommy Whispers] [Chorus: Trife Da God] [Kryme Life] Oh lord, two shots just went off on Broad I ran out the building, seen my man on the floor Children running frantic, with fear, all I saw Was a four door Explorer, made a uey, then pulled off Miss Gloria screaming, nobody seen him by the store Beanie and Jamal, freaking on the lawn Told me, if they get you, call Ruck with the rental My mental went rushing, who the f** was buzzing Was it them n***as that we stuck for them hundreds Or did that b**h that we ran a train on, tell her husband Moving fast, hoping that my man don't past Heart pumping, eyes closing, yo, he might not last EMS please hurry, nervous and worried He's only 19, he's too young to be buried Got a life ahead of him, Georgia Tech just accepted him Point guard, but at this point, God It was heaven and Allah opening gates for the star It was hard, I couldn't believe, he stopped breathing Stopped from achieving his dream, now he leaving Thugs grieve, aiyo, he never slinged a thing And died over drug beef, it's a ghetto soap opera Living on these bugged streets, streets, streets [Chorus: Tommy Whispers] [Chorus: Trife Da God] [Tommy Whispers] Now Barbara need to stop Always at the kitchen table, lighting up the rocks While her daughter sit and watch Cuz her bathroom out of order, gotta knock on Uncle Kevin's door But it's really scary, cuz he live way on the seventh floor And she was out on 2, the older brother still in school But she had to stay home cuz of the flu Only six, but she more advanced than other little kids Always wondering, what's going on, outside the crib So she stepped into the hall, pressed the elevator bu*ton Bumped into this kid, making a sale, it wasn't nothing So cool, little and frail, but she knew what he was pumping At the store, he would walk to mommy, and hand her something And she always gave her money, few minutes after they got back home She acting funny, attitude getting ugly So she took the ride up, five floors, knocked on the door quick Didn't even speak, she just headed for the toilet After she was done, he told her go to the store, the milk spoiled Plus we needed some bread and some tin foil Little girl heart was loyal, so she ran downstairs Knocked on the door, to get Barbara, but she could not hear Now she at the corner with nobody to cross her, red light changing And up come a speeding Explorer.. [Interlude: female] This is Juwana Brookman, reporting for WTMI Broadcasting live from Staten Island What started out as an ordinary day Ended in a catastrophic three part tragedy Police officials released information of a brutal car accident That lead to the d**h of two men in the Stapleton area Soon after, a minor was gunned down in front of his aparment building To add to the travesty, a young girl was a victim of a tragic hit and run Details of her condition, are still to be The warrants have issued a 50 thousand dollar arrest For any information leading to the arrest and conviction of the suspect If you have any information, we ask that you contact them at 1-800-BE-A-SNITCH, this is Juwana Brookman Signing off for WTMI News [Chorus: Tommy Whispers]